Love Coming from the Least Expected

The journalists’ incessant questions were getting on my nerves. As the crowd kept jostling about, someone hit my hand, and the thermos I was holding fell to the ground, spilling the content inside. The scent of caramelized pork ribs wafted across the air. Hey! That’s Christopher’s favorite!

“Can you give it a rest?” I looked up and glared at the journalist, but he wiped his hand calmly as if it wasn’t his fault Christopher’s lunch was spilled. “Ms. Tanner, everyone saw you kissing with Remington back at the art exhibition? Are you dumping Mr. Lane for him? As far as I know, Remington is engaged. You guys have seen his fiancée, haven’t you?”

an uproar, and the journalists started calling me names. They were using this interview as a pretext for their witch hunt. I could even hear the female journalists

was about to cry, someone pulled me into his embrace, and a familiar warmth encased me. When I realized it was Christopher, I almost couldn’t hold my tears

held me in his arms tightly, keeping the journalists

to be

refused to leave, and some of the bolder ones asked, “Mr. Lane, are you really going to break up with Ms. Martin just for her? You know how

woman like Ms. Martin just for a divorced woman. That’s really

the journalists. “I think you guys are getting something wrong. Yvonne and

If someone tells you to break up with the one you love, just

quiet for a while after that. A moment later, one of them said, “Mr. Lane, that’s not a fair comparison. Ms. Martin

gleaming with cold murder. “You call my wife a third party again and you’re getting it! I don’t care about the consequences,

and the journalists kept their